“Josie, Dexter said, his voice calm and composed. ‘If people found out Summer was with me after she got drunk, her reputation would be destroyed.”
He had no choice but to bring her home. “Her reputation? Didn’t she lose it when she locked you in the hotel room?” Josie asked, her eyes flashing with anger. Dexter stared at her in disbelief. ‘Do you know what you’re saying?”
Josie couldn’t hold back her true feelings. She knew she had stepped over a line when she saw Dexter’s piercing glare. She turned around hastily, ready to leave the room. “I’ll leave now,” she muttered.
Dexter grabbed her wrist tightly, stopping her from leaving. His vigorous action accidentally pulled at her wound, causing her to wince in pain.
Dexter gripped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. Dexter’s gaze was sharp and grim, his expression resolute. He stood close to her, and Josie inhaled the clean, fresh scent of his skin..
Dexter’s face was a paradox of softness and coldness. His features were naturally clear and clean, yet they exuded a chill that made others admire him from a distance.
He was the kind of man who would have many admirers, even if he didn’t have the wealth and power he had now. Josie felt her heart swell as she saw him up close for the first time in a long time..
Dexter locked his eyes on hers and asked, “Are you jealous?” Josie froze for a moment, taken aback by his question. “Me? Jealous? Of who?” she stammered. She was glad that he couldn’t hear the pounding of her heart.
Dexter leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear. “Josie, you came here to find me because you’re jealous,” he whispered..
Josie felt heat rising in her cheeks as Dexter’s words washed over her. Her anger had melted away, replaced by a warm and unfamiliar feeling. “You’re blaming me for saving Summer.”
Josie stood frozen in place, her heart hammering in her chest. Dexter’s words had cut through her like a knife, exposing her deepest feelings.
“If I hadn’t brought her home, would you have come to find me?” Dexter’s lips were cold, but they left a trail of warmth wherever they touched. Josie’s breath caught in her throat as soon as Dexter’s lips met hers. She couldn’t think of anything else.
He was right about Summer. If she didn’t show up at the house, Josie wouldn’t have come looking for him.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss. Dexter started out softly, savoring the feel of her lips against his. But as the kiss deepened, his passion grew more intense, and he bit her lips as if to express his pent-up frustrations.
She gasped when she felt the prick of his teeth on her lips. She tried to push him away, but he held her tighter, pressing the back of her head and moving closer. The taste of Dexter’s lips and his touch were so familiar. Josie had desired them for a long time.
The thumping in her chest grew louder, and soon tears streamed down her cheeks. Dexter stopped when he tasted her teardrops.
“Couldn’t you be gentler?” she asked helplessly. “You’ve been ignoring me for days, he said in a deep, hoarse voice. “Why should I be gentle with you?”
Josie was speechless. Dexter leaned into her, lips pressed into hers as if he had longed for her kiss in that short pause. He could tell that she had become slimmer.
As he kissed her passionately, his hands moved higher over her waist. Josie moaned in pain as he touched her bare skin. Her moan almost made him lose grasp of his sanity. Josie’s lips were rosy. With her forehead creased, she told him, “The wound hasn’t healed.”
Dexter took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He turned around and buttoned up his shirt, fully recovered from their shared passion. His glossy eyes lost their glow and resumed their solemn state.
He never intended to take it any further. His desire simply got the better of him. He had only wanted to calm Josie down from her sudden outbursts, but he was carried away by the heat of the moment.
